You will enjoy this story more if you read the preceding parts. They're each short.
As a recap, my wife Janet and I are rather typical, now 38 and 37 year old suburban middle class, college educated working professionals living in the suburbs, working about 40-50 hour per weeks and happily married with two delightful daughters, Amiee, our precocious 11 year old and her little sister Anisha, 9. About 3 years ago our relationship took a decided turn as the confluence of a strange event. We inherited the belongings of a deceased tenant who happened to be a young free-spirited gal with a beautiful wardrobe of sexy and elegant clothes. Those clothes just happen to fit my wife and led to us participating in some exhibitionist behaviors which culminated in Janet treating one of the men who fancied watching her, with a lusty blowjob while she rode me cowgirl style on the floor of our beachside resort room.
That event occurred 3 years ago while on vacation on a tropical island, away from the kids and was fueled by warm sun, beautiful beaches, the anonymity of being 1500 miles from home, a little alcohol, some edibles, and the presence of a charming 6 foot 4-inch, 250-pound, gentleman who seemed to be rather taken with Janet. The events of that week were unprecedented in either mine or Janet's past behaviors. They were exciting, invigorating, physically satisfying, and somewhat unnerving. Both Janet and I were shocked by ourselves and each other's willingness to cross previous boundaries.
Our life returned back to pretty much normal routines. The girls and work kept us busy. Every couple months I would pick out a sexy outfit for Janet and we would head to a remote restaurant or hotel for a little romance, often after Janet's looks and outfit had attracted admiring glances and attention from other men. These little outings spiced things up and kept things interesting but never progressed beyond admiring glances and occasional flirtatious comments.
I had something important to share with Janet so I made reservations at our favorite restaurant.
As we sat awaiting the arrival of our dessert order, Janet looked particularly stunning. The snug red silk blouse with a plunging neckline highlighted her cleavage delightfully. Her slightly tanned skin, perfect complexion, gold dangling earrings and soft wavy hairdo were a delightful treat to the eyes of any male in her presence. I'd been waiting till this point in the meal to bring Janet up to date on a call I'd received two days prior. Janet was in a good mood, relaxed from the cocktail, her appetite satisfied with a delicious meal, and anticipating enjoying a slice of cheesecake. The fact that she had gone to the basement and sorted through the three wardrobe boxes that contained the remains of the sexy wardrobe we had been left by our deceased tenant hinted that she would be in the mood for some romantic attention. The choice of restaurant some 40 miles from our home minimized any chance that someone we knew who would see her dressed in an outfit that would quite easily be judged as out of character for a schoolteacher, mom, and active member in the community. The blouse itself would look more in character in a Miami Beach dance club particularly in light of the short black miniskirt and seamed stockings.
I started the discussion.
Yesterday I got a call from a woman named Brielle. She asked me if I was Janet's husband. I was a little slow to respond trying to place her voice. She continued. You don't know me, but I hope you'll be willing to let me ask you a few questions. Then she paused again as if she was trying to figure out what to say next. Then she continued, a couple months ago Chuck proposed to me. The Chuck that got to know your wife, Janet, and you on vacation about 3 years ago in the Caribbean.
Needless to say, I was extremely curious. I couldn't imagine why she was contacting me or how she could find me until I remembered that we had talked to Chuck on his phone when he stood outside our suite windows that first night he was watching you, so he had my number.
And why are you calling, I asked. She hesitated again briefly then said, I'd like to ask you a few questions. I was a little leery of where this might be headed But I didn't say anything. She continued, Chuck mentioned he got to know you and your wife Janet, maybe a little more than just got to know her. I responded, yes, more than just got to know her. They competed in a chicken fight contest, and they got to know each other. He was a gentleman. Janet found him intriguing, and she ended up helping him relieve the stress from watching pretty girls on the beach. Brielle responded, that's what I hear. I'm glad you mentioned he was a gentleman, that's certainly consistent with everything I know about him. Is it fair to presume that he didn't do anything that made you or Janet uncomfortable? Any repercussions from your time with Chuck?
I told her, Quite the contrary, this was before he had met you. He was lonely and charming, and Janet and I were trying some new things. Janet had never touched a man intimately since we had started dating. There was some flirting and teasing, a little exhibitionism and voyeurism. He watched us making love, or perhaps I should say Janet getting fucked. The second night she ended up giving him a blow job. Brielle responded, that's how he described it too. But he didn't have sex with Janet?
I responded, well some people would call a blow job having sex, but no they did not have intercourse. He was interested and inquired and Janet told him to get in touch in 10 years and she'd reconsider.
Brielle responded, that's almost word for word how he described it. What was the reason for not having intercourse, safety? birth control?
I told her that we were pretty confident that Chuck was safe, and Janet was on birth control, but we simply had not talked about it or decided to cross that line. That was the first time we had done anything like that.
Then Brielle picked up the discussion. Well, you two certainly had an impact on Chuck. That weekend actually motivated him to start dating again and led to us meeting. He said he could tell you guys were deeply in love by your interactions and body language. He'll be glad to hear that there were no repercussions after the vacation. But there's one other thing. As we have been talking about getting married, I asked him if there's any fantasies he would like to fulfill before we get married as we do want to start a family fairly soon as the clock's ticking. He thought about my question for a while and then mentioned his only unfulfilled fantasy was to have his way with your wife. That is when he told me the story of your time on the island.
As I sat there reporting on my phone call, I could see Janet was anxiously listening. She was fidgeting with her coffee cup and blushed. As I paused, I stared at her and noticed her aroused nipples making their presence known. I smiled and said, "And you were quite smitten with him as well?"
She blushed more with her face almost matching the red blouse. I commented, "It's OK Janet, he was nice and very attractive and obviously enjoyed his time with you. I enjoyed it too. It was fun seeing you let go and I understand how exciting it is to be wanted and lusted after. Everyone from the cab driver to the men on the beach and in the restaurants found you attractive that weekend and it made me proud and excited that you were my wife.
I then said to Janet," Let me get back to the phone call."
Brielle said, "I hope you're not offended, and I don't mean any disrespect. I know he's in love with me and certainly doesn't want to do anything to upset me or you or Janet. He doesn't know I'm talking to you and I'm not sure if he'd approve. I admit I did want to confirm that his behaviors were honorable but I also, well I was wondering, I'll understand if you hang up, I wanted to do something special for Chuck to celebrate our engagement, what I'm trying to get at, any chance you guys would be willing to help me fulfill Chuck's fantasy? Maybe pretend the ten years had passed?
Needless to say, I was surprised. I think Brielle was a little embarrassed to come clean on the motivations for her call. My immediate reaction was to ask how would that work? It seems that Brielle had thought this through some as she had some ideas in mind. She reminded me that Chuck was in the travel agency business and had access to timeshares and suites all across the country. You could pick a place and a time she said. I would like to do it in the next couple months. Of course, I expect you to travel with her. I guess you can be there, Chuck evidently didn't mind your presence the last time. We can have dinner, retire to the suite, let Chuck and Janet sweat up the bed sheets for a while then we can have our partners back for the rest of the weekend with Chuck's fantasy fulfilled.
